Wednesday, February 11, 2015
DMC: "Dear Dad" by Matt Forrest Esenwine
I’m having trouble fitting in.
I feel unhappy in my skin.
The kids at school all call me names;
they carry torches bright with flames.
Teachers chase me through the rooms
with pitchforks, clubs, and wooden brooms.
When I say, “Hi,” the parents flee.
It’s almost like they’re scared of me.
Sorry, I don’t mean to whine.
© 2015 Matt Forrest Esenwine. All rights reserved.
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